Hypotheticals: Sanji x F!reader
After girl's night, you start to wonder what it would be like to have sex with Sanji.
rating: Smut and Fluff.
warning: mention of other ships that are not canon but are fun (frobin, namivivi, possible grammar mistakes, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering,. Minors DNI
word count: 6.6k+
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“Okay, red or white?”
The girls’ quarters were warm in that slow, sleepy way the Thousand Sunny got at night, when the sea rocked gently and the lanterns were turned low. You had just finished showering, hair still damp and wrapped in a towel, skin soft with steam. By the time you crawled into Nami’s bed, all three of you were bundled under blankets like conspirators hiding from the world. Your fingers pointed to the red wine, something that was sweet. Wine glasses clinked softly as you settled in. The scent of citrus cleanser and floral oil lingered in the air, mixing with the salt breeze sneaking in through a cracked window. This had become a routine. A girls’ night at sea: No pirates, no bounties, no looming danger and absolutely no boys. Just the three of you, bare faced and laughing, passing jars and bottles back and forth.
You had laid out skincare like offerings: Clay masks, serums you had mixed yourself, lip oils, and a few soft cloths. Nami lounged on her side, already half sunk into the pillows, while Robin sat propped against the headboard, legs tucked beneath her, calm and amused as always.
“Alright,” Nami said, swirling her wine and grinning when you dipped your fingers into the cool mask.
“Apply it carefully. I swear, if you miss a spot, I’m suing.” You laughed and leaned closer, gently smoothing the mask over her freckled covered cheeks and nose. Her eyes fluttered shut, trusting, and relaxed.
“This is nice,” she murmured. “We should do this more, especially after the rough couple of weeks we’ve had.”
Robin hummed in agreement, uncapping a lip oil and rolling it between her fingers. Her gaze flicked between you and Nami, sharp and knowing even in moments like this. The crew had been sailing for three weeks on end, the sun blazing so hot that you’ve gotten sun burnt a few times. The chaos of piracy was truly racking up as your adventures through the New World furthered. It was expected, of course, but you selfishly craved nights like this. Nights where your legs were freshly shaved and lotioned up, wrapped in cleaned sheets with the girls. You three didn’t get this often, considering the crew was composed of mostly robust men. It was comfortable but you desired to just be in stillness for a few moments. So, this evening was exactly what you needed.
Then, as casually as if she were commenting on the weather, Nami opened one eye.
“So,” she said, voice bright with mischief. “If you had to sleep with someone on the crew, who would it be?”
You nearly dropped the bowl. Robin giggled in amusement and raised her brow.
“You mean, as in sex?” Robin asked, her words coxed with wine. Nami hummed and nodded, and you felt your cheeks heat up.
“Nami,” you said, laughing as heat rushed to your ears. You shook your head, a giggle escaping before you could stop it. “What kind of question is that?”
“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” she teased. “It’s just for fun. Nothing serious.”
“Hypotheticals can be quite revealing,” Robin chimed in, her lips curved upward, interest sparking immediately. You finished Nami’s mask, retreating back under the blankets, still smiling as your heart calmed.
“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Liar,” Nami said to you cheerfully, her body leaning over and pressing into your softened arm.
“Everyone’s thought about it at least once,” Nami claimed, her gaze set on you as if you were her prey. She was dying to know some gossip.
“Well I’ll admit, I have already slept with someone on the crew,” Robin said with a casual calmness as she tapped the lip oil against her mouth. The silence that followed was almost holy, as if you and Nami landed on a gold mine. The two of you froze, eyes snapping toward her in perfect unison.
“You what!?” Nami shrieked, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass as her body lunged upwards.
“With who?” you added, scooting closer, your knees pressing into Robin’s side. Robin applied the lip oil slowly, the faint shine catching the lantern light. She looked pleased, amused by your reactions. You were dying to know, even though you had suspensions.
“Franky,” she said. “Multiple times.”
You squealed before you could stop yourself. Nami made a sound somewhere between laughter and shock, both of you collapsing inward toward Robin, hands grabbing her arms. Laughter filled the room like chatter, clashing between giggles and cooing, a symphony of a classic shock. A laugh slipped from Robin’s lips, her hands following on top of yours, telling you both to quiet down.
“No way! Franky?! Our Franky?” Nami said, eyes wide. Her words were softer, covered by her fingers touching her lips.
“Our Franky,” Robin confirmed serenely.
“But why? I mean, not that he’s bad. He’s just… Franky,” you asked, still laughing, cheeks flushed. At this point you and Nami were practically laying on Robin, like two younger sisters clinging to her. It was the first time you three ever talked about something like this and deeply, it made you realize that you were still simply a young person who still desired the spark of romance in the sea of violence. It was pure and exciting.
Robin chuckled softly and clearing her throat briefly, she leaned close into you and Nami. Her words felt like a secret, something only you two were to discover.
“Well, he understands me in his own way. When we met, he actually saw me for me without knowing who I was or what I had been through. Besides, we’re both older than most of you with the exception of Jinbe and Brook. Life at sea can be lonely for a woman my age. It’s nice to have someone who keeps you company without expectations,” Robin admitted and, for a moment, her eyes seemed like they were smiling at the thought of him. The warmth that radiated from her was contagious and you melted at the sight of her. That explanation settled into you, warm and surprisingly tender. It made sense in a quiet way and something in your heart ached for that. To be seen and to be known without having to say anything. For someone to just get you so well that you can give yourself to them so wholly and fully, purely with a flame of desire that strings no sense of regrets.
Nami leaned back, sighing dramatically. Her eyes glanced at the ceiling as she took another swig of wine. Her lips were curved into a faint line, as if she was reminiscing about something precious to her.
“Well, if I had to pick, the person I would’ve slept with is in a kingdom far away,” Her voice softened for just a moment. “I think about her all the time.”
You reached out, squeezing her hand. You knew who she was talking about, someone who you both cherished deeply. She, however, had a special spot just for her. It was evident with their time together and the pain of leaving Alabasta without her was clear. Nami smiled at you gratefully, then snorted. She didn’t want to get all serious since she intended to just have a silly conversation.
“And if I were into men like that,” she continued, wrinkling her nose, “I guess Usopp. He’s my best friend and not to mention, he’s already seen me naked by accident and he was a complete gentleman at that. Plus, you know what they say about people with big noses!” Nami cackled out as she finished the rest of her wine, her face hinting a faint hue of pink due to the warmness of the alcohol. The three of you laughed and squealed, dying at the possibility.
“What about you?” Robin turned to you then, her dark eyes thoughtful. Nami dipped her fingers into the mask and scooted closer to you, gently spreading the cool clay over your cheeks as you thought. You stared at the ceiling, listening to the ship creak softly beneath you. In your heart, a name immediately came to mind. In all honesty, it felt embarrassing to say out loud, it didn’t make sense to you originally when you thought about it.
“I guess… Sanji,” you said finally, your eyes flicking over to Robin and then Nami. Underneath the thickness of the mask, you felt Nami’s hand become still, both women raising a brow at each other.
“Sanji?” Nami repeated, her eyes looked at you to really see if you were serious. An uncertainty spread across their faces and of course, you knew why. It was so undeniably clear that Sanji was the biggest pervert either of you encountered. Despite his poise, he unfortunately couldn’t control his unhinged desire for women. You flashed a look at Nami and Robin to which your finger pointed up at them.
“Don’t judge me, okay! You literally said ‘Ussop!”
“Well, yeah, but Sanji is just such a creep,” Nami giggled as she placed more of the mask on your exposed skin.
“I know,” you groaned but your voice perked up, defending your stance with enthusiasm.
“Okay, here me out: although he has his perverted tendencies, Sanji is always making sure we’re taken care of. I just feel like he would do the same if he was having sex with some. I mean, he literally likes to serve, ” Your face burned beneath the mask. You shrugged, suddenly shy. There was a beat of silence, then Nami bursted out laughing.
“Okay,” she said between giggles. “I can see that.”
Robin smiled but she said nothing, not trying to further your embarrassment. She only raised her glass. There was a sense of understanding in her, something you felt but couldn’t explain but you were grateful.
“To girls’ nights,” Robin said.
“To girls’ nights,” you echoed.
You finished the wine, voices growing softer, laughter fading into sleepy murmurs. At some point, the lantern dimmed, and the three of you drifted off tangled together, the scent of Eucalyptus clinging to the sheets.
The next morning, you sat at the galley table with a cup of coffee warming your hands. The ship buzzed with its usual chaos. Plates clattered, voices overlapped, laughter rang out but you felt like you were in a morning daze. The caffeine was not hitting you fast enough as you leaned against the booth. Your eyes hung low, sleepiness still coating your vision. The steam from your cup tucked under your chin as you tried your hardest to wake up, begging that it’ll happen soon. Nami and Robin sat across from you, having their own conversations.
You sat with your mug cradled between your hands, half listening, half drifting. Then you noticed Robin and Franky. At first, nothing seemed out of place. Franky laughed too loudly at something Usopp said and Robin smiled over the rim of her cup. Normal. Ordinary. Something you had seen a hundred times before.
But now, knowing what you knew, the scene shifted.
You caught the way Franky leaned just a little closer when he spoke to her, his voice dropping without effort. Robin’s gaze lingered on him a second longer than necessary, her smile softer, more private. When Franky reached past her for the sugar, his knuckles brushed her wrist, and neither of them moved away. The way her arm would sometimes rest on his forearm when she would laugh at something he said. It was subtle. Almost nothing. Yet, it made your stomach flutter.
They shared glances that carried weight. A string that twined between their pinkies, unspoken but unmistakably there that connected them to each other. The kind that didn’t need words or grand declarations but there you were witnessing it. Your cheeks warmed before you realized you were blushing.
You started to feel a simmering thought festering in your heart: Was that what sleeping with someone did? Made people closer in ways no one else could see? You felt a small ache bloom in your chest, a longing you hadn’t known you were capable of. The thought of being chosen like that, understood like that, suddenly felt precious and oddly dangerous. Something you wanted more than ever.
You stared a moment too long and Nami caught you in the corner of her eye. She broke your gaze with a snap of her fingers to break you free.
“Careful,” She teased, her body leaned over the kitchen, voice low, lips twitching as she murmured. Your head snapped toward her and you squinted playfully, mortified and amused all at once. She grinned, eyes glittering with shared knowledge. It was an inside joke now, one of which only the three of you carried. Robin, across the table, met your gaze and smiled knowingly, lifting her cup just slightly.
You looked back down into your coffee, heart beating faster than it should have, the warmth in your chest lingering long after the moment passed. Before you knew it, a clash towards the stove caught your attention and made you cock your head to the side ever so slightly.
Sanji moved around the kitchen with effortless grace, cigarette tucked between his fingers, sleeves rolled up as he cooked. Instinctively, your chin rested in the palm of your hand as your eyes lingered on him. At first, you didn’t mean to. Your attention was simply drawn from the pots clanking on the burner but then you noticed him. The cook that always stationed himself against the stove top with a quiet routine, looked different in the morning light.
It felt like the sun was soaking in his hair as he moved, the cigarette smoke wrapping near his tightened jaw as he sliced through vegetables. The way he smiled curled when someone complimented his food. His voice softened when he spoke to Robin or Nami. There was practiced care in every movement, as if feeding the crew was an act of devotion rather than a duty. When he sat a plate in front of you, he met your eyes briefly. You watched as his hands gently grabbed your mug, taking it to give you a second round coffee without being asked.
“Good morning,” he said warmly, in his usual tone. Your stomach fluttered, only being able to mutter a greeting in return. The feeling that wrestled in your stomach ached as the days went on and it eventually began to fester, a flame you couldn’t extinguish. It ached deeply, resting in your core and, eventually, shimmering in between your thighs as you started to notice Sanji in a way you never thought you were able to. And all it took was a single thought, a single mention of a hypothetical question that caused your brain to wander.
You began noticing him in moments that felt too small to matter. You started to notice the way he slowed his steps to match yours in the hallway, how his voice dipped when he spoke your name. The faint scent of clean linen and citrus soap that lingered after he passed, threaded with smoke and musk, something undeniably desirable about him.
It unsettled you how much you liked it.
When he leaned over you to set a mug by your elbow, his arm brushing your shoulder, your body reacted before your thoughts could intervene. A warmth unfurled low in your stomach, a slow, curling awareness that made you inhale sharply. You waited for irritation to rise, for the reflexive scolding to surface but It never came. Instead it ceased completely. You smiled and you found yourself letting him linger. Sanji, of course, noticed. His brow furrowed briefly, curiosity flashing in his eyes before he masked it with charm. But from that day on, something subtle shifted between you. His advances no longer bounced harmlessly off your defenses. They sank in, settled under your skin, made you hyperaware of the space between your bodies and how his clothes clung to his frame.
You found yourself watching him cook as though it were a sacred act. The steady strength in his hands. The way his shoulders moved as he worked, focused and intent, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal muscle and scars earned honestly. When he tasted a dish, eyes closing briefly in concentration, your chest would tighten.
You wondered when admiration had turned into something aching.
On days where the sun grew unbearable and he tugged his shirt off on deck, heat bloomed across your skin that had nothing to do with the weather. He would wipe sweat from his brow, laughing with Franky, unaware of the way your gaze lingered. The golden light traced every line of him, making him look like a carved piece of art, highlighting his abs and pectoral. You looked away, heart pounding, startled by the depth of your reaction.
This was not innocent. The man whose compliments spilled as easily as wine, whose devotion to the women on the ship bordered on the theatrical, started to creep into your imagination. Once the idea of him being with you, skin on skin, entered in your mind, it refused to be tucked away again.
It truly burned your chest, for more ways than just one. You wanted him, you needed him near you but you felt so conflicted. You often found yourself in your bedroom, your face red as you tried to fan away your thoughts. You felt dirty, imagining things that you didn’t think of until then. Thoughts of his hands on your thighs, squeezing them as his lips trailed up your neck. You began to wonder what type of person he was during sex. Would he be someone who was in control, did he even have that experience to be in that position? Would he be a sloppy, flushed mess inside of you? Would he beg or whine? It was all too much, to which you had to excuse yourself from meals from time to time due to the thoughts that would come up by just looking at him.
At night, when the ship quieted and your thoughts grew louder, you would lay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering if closeness like that truly changed people. If sharing a bed made hearts tangle the way Robin had implied without saying. You imagined Sanji’s warmth beside you, his careful hands, his unwavering attention as he pressed himself inside you, and felt foolish for wanting something so intimate from someone so intertwined with your daily life.
Asking him felt reckless, not to mention laughable. Still, the desire did not fade, it only sharpened and grew larger than you could describe.
Days passed and then weeks. Nights of you wanting to shower alone, wanting the privacy of touching yourself with the thought of Sanji touching you. You felt shame, embarrassment because now you felt like the pervert on the ship. Thinking of your crewmate in that way became obsessive.
The longing settled into you like a second heartbeat until one night the crew drank and danced beneath the starlit sky, music spilling across the deck. You sat on the sidelines with your glass of sake, watching laughter bloom around you, content with just watching rather than joining.
Then you felt it as the cold air tangled its way into your hair. The sake, that once rested in your cup, laid in the bit of your stomach. It sang to you, making you feel warm as you noticed that familiar, electric awareness. Sanji’s gaze across the deck warmed you up. He smiled, softer than usual, something almost reverent in the curve of his lips. A moment later, he was beside you, handing you another drink as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
“For you,” he said, sitting close enough that your knees nearly brushed. “You shouldn’t be alone.” Your fingers trembled slightly as you took the glass. You set your previous one beside you as you took a sip of the one he handed you.
“I’m not. I’m enjoying myself,” you replied, though your voice betrayed you. He chuckled, lighting a cigarette with a relaxed posture.
“Glad to hear it, my dear.” The word landed differently now. You turned toward him, meaning only to smile. Instead, you froze. Your gaze drifted downward without permission, tracing the line of his mouth, the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw that led to the rest of his facial hair. Heat flushed your cheeks, your breath shallow as something honest and unguarded surfaced in your eyes.
Sanji felt it immediately. His smile faltered. He straightened, concern flashing across his face.
“Hey. Are you alright?” He leaned closer, his thumb touching your chin. “Do you need something? You look…”
Understanding dawned slowly, breathtakingly. His breath caught as realization washed over him. This was not tolerance. It wasn’t patience nor was it playful indulgence.
It was wanting. You didn’t lean away from his touch, instead you leaned into it.
“Woah, y/n…what?” Sanji’s usual confidence crumbled, replaced by awe so raw it left him momentarily speechless. For the first time, he saw himself reflected in someone else’s desire, and it stunned him. Your lips tucked inside themselves as you swiftly stood up. You couldn’t wait any longer, the ache was so deep that it felt impatient. It was boiling you alive and you needed him to relieve the pain it caused. But most of all, you wanted him to know you so deeply since he did so much for others. The kindness, the gentleness he so instinctively gave was intoxicating and you craved it. Your hands found their way down to his wrist and you yanked him up, demanding him to follow you.
“What’s going on?,” Sanji’s words were breathless, as if he was just simply overwhelmed with you grabbing his hand. You shoved your bodies into the darkened kitchen, your legs trudding towards the kitchen table. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought there were drums in your ears. Your heart was beating so fast, that when you turned to face Sanji, you could barely focus. You two were stumbling into the kitchen, small curses leaving his mouth followed by chuckles slipping from him.
As you turned towards him, your hands gripped his forearms tightly. Your body swayed from the speed of your turn, causing you to pull him close.
“I want us to have sex. Like, right now,” You said softly, your words barely coming out as your gaze met him in the dark. Even in the shadows, you were still able to see his eyes widen and the heat that fluttered to his face spread from ear to ear.
“What did you say, my love?” The air was so thick between you and you felt like you were about to suffocate. Maybe it was the alcohol or it was your nerves, either way you felt so incredibly weak to your knees. You wanted to just melt, your thighs pressing harder together just hearing him call you that. Simply, he admired you by just looking at you and you were itching to know what he would be like if he had all of you. It was faint, but you felt his hands grab you back but there was the slightest trembling to his touch. You said what you needed to say, what you have been wanting to say for weeks. Your heart was longing for a certain touch you never had, fantasizing about things that can only go so far in your imagination. You needed the real thing.
“I need you, Sanji,” You began to explain, this time you felt your composure crumble down. It almost came out like a whine, a desperate call that only he was able to fulfill and it made his grip around your arms more steady. The pounding in your chest was making you weak, your nerves on fire from the thought of having sex in the kitchen. You started not caring if someone walked in on you two, there was no way you couldn't go to the girl’s quarters.
“I…I just been thinking about things, about you. And sex…and I heard it makes you close with someone and… and I just want that so badly with someone and-” You couldn’t even finish what you were saying without your face burning. Internally, you were thanking god for the lights being off because you didn’t think you would be able to recover from this if you were able to see him clearly. There was another moment of silence, a space you didn’t know how to fill other than looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“I just need you, right now.”
“You…need me?” His voice cracked out, as if the awe was slipping into him. Surprise couldn’t describe what he was feeling, a sensation of gratitude overwhelmed him and he was practically like a dog. He needed to make sure he wasn’t hearing things, that the blood wasn’t rushing so fast that he misheard you. For the longest time he has been the one fawning over women, begging for some sort of attention. He wanted to practically sing and announce to the whole world you wanted him but he saw you in your moment of need. He noticed your thighs twisting, pressing into each other as he stood in front of you, your body reacting to an ache you couldn’t satisfy on your own. Eyes heavy lidded with the seductive desire for him, for the privacy sleeping with someone can give two people. You were a mess, way more than he ever thought someone could get for him. He, out of anyone, would understand that feeling: the ache he couldn’t release and he wanted to, so desperately, make you feel better. Watching your head nod in response made his shoulders relax, like if he was dissolving into you.
His brows furrowed as a quivering sigh escaped his lips, leaning down towards your mouth. He planted his lips against yours deeply, his hands finding their way to the sides of your face. He wanted to be a knight in shining for a princess for so long, and in this moment he knew he could.
“I got you,” he said lowly into your lips as your hands slid across his chest to the back of his neck. Your body hit against the kitchen table, making you gasp slightly. Before you could even apologize, he lowered himself slightly before fully picking you up and placing you on the edge of the kitchen table. He was hungry, eagerness consuming him as lips began to trail to your neck. His hands shook as he gripped your legs and he fell further into your body when he felt your knees trembling. He was equally out matched in the yearning department, your body in much more of a disarray.
You wanted to just take your panties off right then and there, just the shift in his demeanor alone was doing it for you. As expected, you knew he was able to take care of you but you still worried if he was going to be able to do so without losing too much blood. Shivers slid down your spine when you felt his lips on your collarbone, just inches away from your breast. Suddenly, the warm droplets fell from his nose and he cursed slightly as he rubbed it away. Your hands found their way to his face and made him look at you. He was closer now, so even in the dark you were able to see him.
He was beautiful, his eyes sparkling in a way that was dazed just for you. His breath was heavy as he looked at you, a feigning need taking over him. But you sensed his embarrassment, his need to over perform for something he didn’t have to try so hard for. Suddenly, as if you were possessed, you leaned over and licked his upper lip to clean some of the blood off. A soft moan left your mouth as you touched his lips with your fingers. He didn’t have to overdo it, he just just needed to show he was able to and you needed to show him that. You wanted all of him, mess and all. He was awestruck, not even knowing what to say to you other than one thing: “good god,”. It was an absolute mess.
In a frenzied haze, his hands found their way up your skirt and towards the nook of your panties. His thumb found its home right on the center and he whimpered into your neck when he realized how wet you were. You didn’t know what to do or what to say, your brain being clouded by aroused thoughts. In a circular motion over the fabric, Sanji’s thumb moved around your clit. One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other covered your mouth.
“Is this okay, mon amour?” He whispered near your ear, his words trembling with both admiration and nerves. Sanji just wanted to make you feel good and that meant absolutely no mistakes, he needed to know how he was doing and if he was doing anything wrong. He wanted to learn your body the same way he knew his way around the kitchen. Hearing your brief moans for him made him want to make sure he was absolutely perfect for you, to serve you the best way he could. You were only able to nod, a quivering ‘yes” fleeing your lips. You scooted towards his touch, wanting more than what he was giving on. The wetness on the other side of the fabric began to seep through, making Sanji moan between the gaps of his lips kissing your neck. He leaned away from you for a second, his eyes focused right on your exposed panties. He hated that he couldn’t see you right, but he knew, if he shifted you at just the right angle, that the moon light would be able to guide him. His hands gripped around your hips and he twisted just slightly, just enough for the shimmering glimmers to illuminate your lower half.
He glanced at you, his nose trickling with blood, as you shuttered against his touch.
“I…I just want to make you f-feel good,” he slurred, it was like he was drunk just looking at you, feeling the wetness on his thumb intoxicating him. You leaned forward and grabbed his face again to lock lips with him, your tongue slipping inside his mouth. The irony taste of his blood made your mouth tingle and your touch jump. Your hands started to make their way to your panties as you slid them off, the fabric hitting the ground beside you. When Sanji noticed that they were gone, his hands went up your skirt again wanting to touch your wet folds. His middle finger glided in just fine, making you both moan. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to make it, just kissing you felt like a dream come true but doing this felt like he was in heaven. Sanji felt like he was going to explode by just touching you, feeling you squirm as his finger slid in and out like butter. Your head tilted back slightly as the euphoric feeling bubbled in your stomach, his thumb working a way around your clit at the same time.
In all honesty, you didn’t think it was possible for him to know how to do what he was doing. He rarely saw him with another girl and wondered how he learned how to do what he was doing to you. However, your mind began to slip as you felt the heat between your legs crawling to your stomach. He seemed feverish, his free hand desperately unbuckling his belt. He gripped on the strap and yanked it out with forceful ease with a grunt leaving him as it came out. As if the air was being restricted, easing his waist band he sighed. Pulling away from his lips, you glanced down as he lowered his waistband, revealing his boxers first. Your eyes wandered down his happy trail that teased you, the flush on your face becoming more and more unbearable.
The nerves fluttered in your stomach as you made eye contact with Sanji. He was so indulged with you that he wasn’t able to focus on one part of you. He didn’t care if or when you’ve done this before because frankly, he just knew that it was with him right here, right now. A sense of honor and pride looming in his chest blossomed when he felt your knees knock into each other, indicating how well he was doing. You let out a whimper as you cupped his face, bringing him back to you. The tingling in your stomach was rising, you were so close.
“I need you to go s-slow,” you huffed, your moans wanting to erupt from you and he nodded, his eyes still drawn to you like a magnet. Gently, his fingers slipped out and a trail lingering on his fingers. Sanji, who looked like he was going to collapse, pulled his shirt off over his back and wiggled the waist band of his boxers lower. He was throbbing, the ache between his own legs was hot and needing you the same way you needed him. His hands slid on the side of your exposed thighs, leading right to your ass. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table, his thumbs pressing firmly on the start of your hips. A gasp escaped your lips when his tip rested right on the entrance of your wet folds. His hands were shaking, his brows furrowed, his breathing heavy and fast. Sanji was trying so hard to keep it together, the blood trickling from his nose sliding to his chin. His eyes looked at you with so much admiration as if he was waiting for you to say the word. He was gentle that way. Your legs rested on his forearms, firm and strong. Slowly, one of your hands slid right on top of his, wanting to also calm your shaking fingers whereas the other one reached over towards him. Firmly, your hand wrapped around his cock, stroke him slowly.
He hitched forward, a low groan leaving his lips as he looked down. His jaw shifted downwards, leaving his mouth hanging open slightly. He was practically trying to get more air and swallowing seemed impossible. The feeling rested all over him, in his chest and his throat, he wanted to explode. He looked back at you when you placed him right back where he was with you, his body instinctively shoving himself inside of you. The both of you groaned, your hand covering your mouth. He rested inside you for a moment, his jumping flesh kissing the soaking walls it snuggled in.
“How did I get…S-so lucky?” He whimpered out as he started to thrust inside of you, his hands tight around your hips. There was a sense of disbelief radiating from the two of you, both out of surprise that you were literally doing this in the kitchen. There was amusement in that, a giggle slipping from your mouth between moans. This was so much fun. A breathless chuckle came from the back of his throat, his hips pumping faster into you. Instinctively, your legs flinched to his shoulders. You felt yourself unraveling and embarrassment swelling in.
‘No way, not yet’ you begged to yourself, your hands flying to your face. Moans spilled from you like water, not caring about how loud you were at this point. All you were able to focus on was Sanji slamming into you at this point. The once gentle thrust turned into something aggressive, something he wasn’t able to control. Compliments sprouted from his mouth subconsciously, words of affirmation and praise as he went further and further, pounding into your cervix.
“Thank you, thank you so much!” he groaned out, his grunts tight between teeth. The need that rested in him, the one that clouded his judgment 9 times out of 10 in his day to day life, was being fulfilled here. He was presently inside a beautiful woman who he spent most of this day with and now, his cock was carving its way through her.
“You’re so beautiful…Damn it-”His pants became erratic, whimpers slipping through his clenched jaw. His head shook slightly and you knew, you saw it in his face through the blood landing on your stomach that he was almost there. You felt yourself tightening and you yelped as his hand shot towards your breast. He swiftly lifted up your shirt and shoved his hand inside your bra.
“I-I’m so close,” You moan out, your eyes shutting tightly as the feeling surged through your spine. It was hitting the pit of your stomach, swelling and throbbing with each thrust he planted in. Almost in sync, a sea of moans and groans resonated between you two as he planted harder thrust, making you yelp and tear up. Suddenly, it struck your core before you had the chance to tell him to prepare him. All you were able to do was squeeze your eyes shut and cover your mouth as a borderline scream escaped your mouth. You tried hard to cover it, you really did, but you failed as your orgasm came out muffled in your hands.
“Oh my god-” Sanji sniveled out as his hips buckled, his cum shooting sharp and hot inside of you. It was fast but goodness, you two were incredibly out of breath. You rested your back on the table, your head resting as you tried to catch your breath. When you looked at Sanji, you saw a shaken man, blood spilling from his nose, as a smile creeped on his lips. Blinking fast, you let out a soft hum. You two stared at each other, cheeks red and hot as he pulled himself out.
“I uhm..Thank you,” You mumbled out as he adjusted himself, pulling up his pants and boxers. He flashed you a smile, leaning over and giving you the softest kiss on the cheek. His hand rested on your face and looked back at you. It was like he was looking at a painting, a look so sincere that you were shocked with how composed he was. He went to grab a small kitchen towel that he graciously made damp for you. His hands began to clean you up, his hands so deliberate and delicate.
“No, thank you. I’m the lucky one here,” Sanji said as he bent over and gave you your panties back, to which you shamelessly put back on. At this point, it felt natural. You sat fully straight up at the edge of the table, hands resting on your sides and he was leaned forward. His hands rested on top of yours, his words coating you with charm. You two shared a night of soft kisses and hours of soft conversation.
The next day at breakfast, everyone sat at the same table. Your body rested in the spot your body laid and you felt your cheeks already getting hot. You felt awkward at first, the only thought in your mind was how grateful you were that Sanji cleaned it before you two went to bed. However, when everyone got their food and drinks, Sanji leaned over from behind as he rested a cup of coffee in front of you.
“There you go, Gorgeous,” he said near your ear, his words still holding their heat. His hand gave your shoulder a squeeze as he sat down right next to you. You flashed him a smile, your lips connecting with your coffee mug as you both stared at each other briefly. Your knees leaned towards him under the table, his hand resting on the exposed skin softly. You finally understood the silent understanding of being intimate with someone and it truly was exciting.
